I haven't slept for ten days, because that would be too long.
I woke up for the first time in a long time, in a state of utter peace. I ate breakfast (we are ignoring that I got told off by Ma - she feels like she has to do this like, every few days or else she'll explode), brewed myself a cup of hot milk tea and sat down at my computer and, much to my surprise, went straight to work. I didn't feel much, is what I mean; I sort of just functioned and was okay with it. I guess last night's little bout of emotional deflation wore me out more than I thought. It's like after you listen to a war story, and you chew on it, go over all the terrible details, dig for some moral somewhere and resurface with just: "oh". Because sometimes that's all you can really say about anything, everything.
I got a haircut yesterday. My hair used to fall to the small of my back and but now it just nearly grazed my shoulders. My bangs aren't nearly as long as they got a good trim. In general, I'm ecstatic with it; I look a less serious and a lot more energetic, young, and spunky (than I usually am, anyway). Not to mention I can now tie my hair into pigtails that look like firecrackers just exploded on my head. Every time I look in the mirror I can't help but smile, which is just a great feeling. Oh, self-esteem. It's good to have you around. I AM BEAUTIFUL, NO? Haha. ♥
I can't believe I actually find PBs for characters in my (quasi) novel. I am such a dork. Speaking of which, I've picked up writing it again. Hopefully it'll go somewhere (that's not: "oh my god, fail, hell") for once. I have a lot more hope for it anyway as it's the idea that has lasted the longest with me without my losing interest more than like, three times. This one is a keeper.
(I'll totally make a post dedicated to the stupid thing soon enough. That way no body's out of the loop, the vortex that is my insanity.)
Contrary to popular opinion, I do like going to movies alone, by myself. It gives me a certain sense of meditation. Then again, I also really enjoy going with someone else. My only issue is I usually view movies as such a solitary activity, like, it's something someone should just go about it by their lonesome, because really now, there's not much else you could be doing besides watching the movie anyway. It's not like you can talk, and whispering is such a bore. But it's a fun thing to do. Sometimes I feel compelled to just waste time (I actually like to call this: "seeking inspiration". Inspiration for what, exactly, I can't say). So, assuming I can get my essays and midterm packets finished today I'll be able to push in a flick around tomorrow afternoon (I figure maybe "Juno" or "PS. I Love You", because I am a sucker for unconventional, quirky love stories because I believe my life is one giant quirky, unconventional love story that isn't really so much about love as it is about confusion, summed up easily in just simply: "Huh?!").
So yesterday? Went shopping with Ma, got a pair of new jeans (yes!). They look fabulous. Catwalked (barefoot) down the dressing room hallway which was so funny. Still looking for some boots, have been for the past two years. Nothing urgent. Ma got glass bottles.
Wisdom teeth! Right! Okay so, the past Friday (so long ago huh?) I went to my oral surgeon to take out my deviant wisdom teeth. I was scared to heck because I do not like any sort of surgical procedure being done on me; I do not have a very impressive tolerance for pain. Lucky for me, I was on three different types of medication via IV (that's not new) and I couldn't feel a thing. The genius guy was done in twenty minutes. However, he only took three teeth out because my bottom right third molar, the roots, when he extracted it, rupture the nerve in my jaw. To prevent any sort of complications, he decided to stop for now and wait until I've fully healed to remove the last one. Nothing terrible, really. I actually had no swelling at all, no bruising - I felt fine asides from being completely bogged down with the drugs. I haven't been able to chew anything for five days but today and yesterday marked my return to my normal, daily diet. I mean hey, I love mashed potatoes as much as the next person but not three meals a day, seven days a week, alright? That's just eight levels of nuts.
I also think I ate my stitches. Uh.
Winter Break is too short. I told Ma this morning: "No. I need another week off." And she said: "No. You need an entire year off." Which is true.
Betty's staying the night. This makes me happy. :)
The blatant fragmentation of this entry is slightly disconcerting.
I got a haircut yesterday. My hair used to fall to the small of my back and but now it just nearly grazed my shoulders. My bangs aren't nearly as long as they got a good trim. In general, I'm ecstatic with it; I look a less serious and a lot more energetic, young, and spunky (than I usually am, anyway). Not to mention I can now tie my hair into pigtails that look like firecrackers just exploded on my head. Every time I look in the mirror I can't help but smile, which is just a great feeling. Oh, self-esteem. It's good to have you around. I AM BEAUTIFUL, NO? Haha. ♥
I can't believe I actually find PBs for characters in my (quasi) novel. I am such a dork. Speaking of which, I've picked up writing it again. Hopefully it'll go somewhere (that's not: "oh my god, fail, hell") for once. I have a lot more hope for it anyway as it's the idea that has lasted the longest with me without my losing interest more than like, three times. This one is a keeper.
(I'll totally make a post dedicated to the stupid thing soon enough. That way no body's out of the loop, the vortex that is my insanity.)
Contrary to popular opinion, I do like going to movies alone, by myself. It gives me a certain sense of meditation. Then again, I also really enjoy going with someone else. My only issue is I usually view movies as such a solitary activity, like, it's something someone should just go about it by their lonesome, because really now, there's not much else you could be doing besides watching the movie anyway. It's not like you can talk, and whispering is such a bore. But it's a fun thing to do. Sometimes I feel compelled to just waste time (I actually like to call this: "seeking inspiration". Inspiration for what, exactly, I can't say). So, assuming I can get my essays and midterm packets finished today I'll be able to push in a flick around tomorrow afternoon (I figure maybe "Juno" or "PS. I Love You", because I am a sucker for unconventional, quirky love stories because I believe my life is one giant quirky, unconventional love story that isn't really so much about love as it is about confusion, summed up easily in just simply: "Huh?!").
So yesterday? Went shopping with Ma, got a pair of new jeans (yes!). They look fabulous. Catwalked (barefoot) down the dressing room hallway which was so funny. Still looking for some boots, have been for the past two years. Nothing urgent. Ma got glass bottles.
Wisdom teeth! Right! Okay so, the past Friday (so long ago huh?) I went to my oral surgeon to take out my deviant wisdom teeth. I was scared to heck because I do not like any sort of surgical procedure being done on me; I do not have a very impressive tolerance for pain. Lucky for me, I was on three different types of medication via IV (that's not new) and I couldn't feel a thing. The genius guy was done in twenty minutes. However, he only took three teeth out because my bottom right third molar, the roots, when he extracted it, rupture the nerve in my jaw. To prevent any sort of complications, he decided to stop for now and wait until I've fully healed to remove the last one. Nothing terrible, really. I actually had no swelling at all, no bruising - I felt fine asides from being completely bogged down with the drugs. I haven't been able to chew anything for five days but today and yesterday marked my return to my normal, daily diet. I mean hey, I love mashed potatoes as much as the next person but not three meals a day, seven days a week, alright? That's just eight levels of nuts.
I also think I ate my stitches. Uh.
Winter Break is too short. I told Ma this morning: "No. I need another week off." And she said: "No. You need an entire year off." Which is true.
Betty's staying the night. This makes me happy. :)
The blatant fragmentation of this entry is slightly disconcerting.